Yesterday I got in the mail this necklace I lost at our friend’s house. It had been found while dusting. Wow, we never dust.
Lots to do. I can’t find my stamps. Well, I think I actually have a bonus stash.
This morning we serve the hungry. This evening is a art thing. Then is a party. I have a card to write in.
Last night at political prisoner letter writing night I read aloud “For Whom the Bell Tolls.” It’s good.